There's nothing left of me to see
Among the shadows I am drowning in
The thought of washing off my sin
Is soothing, I surrender to the sea
My death is being put on display
It's magnificent, you can't put it any other way
Nothing beautiful ever lives long
Vita brevis, ars longa
There's no decisions left to make
But no decisions - no mistakes
Rosemary and poppies in my hands
My dress grows heavy, water makes a deadly weight
Life, like a thousand white moths
Clings to light, and light makes up for its loss
But I am desperate to end this
Ars longa, vita brevis